Video Bootleg Kev Freestyle de Al B Smoov 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Al B Smoov - Bootleg Kev Freestyle Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drakeo the Ruler]
Here this nigga go with this police shit again
All headshots, why you RIP my friend? (Thank You Fizzle)
Never talk to strangers, I was taught that as a kid (Smoov, what's good, baby?)
And even if the score even, nigga, I'ma always win
Who brought this nigga in?
Wearing Jordans, miked up like MJ
Shells left him dancing in the mirror like MJ
This chop got a black belt, RIP sensei
Pussy nigga, you are not a threat
I knew the nigga wasn't on shit when he shot a text
Bro, it was simply for the Gram
I thought that if I dissed you it'd get me some more fans
Boy, I'm truly sorry, why you RIP my friend?
Better luck next timе but don't try that shit again
Look, first off, that never evеn happened
That shit you talking 'bout really sounds like entrapment
That'd never happen even if I'm off a batman
Another reason I'ma end this song and stop rapping, stop capping
Bitch

[Verse 2: Ralfy the Plug]
I been doing this shit these lil' niggas dream about
I popped a Perc, now I feel like Jesus now
F&N bullets knocking all my demons down
Fuselage, flying with the eagles now
Neiman Marcus shopping, I just spent a couple thousand
My wrist look like I could've bought a house with it
Your bitch look astonished 'cause she see my whole neck glistening
Neck from England, bitch, I put a whole pound on it
Keep the snakes from 'round me, don't have Judases around, nigga
Smoking on za, we don't do the Black & Mild, nigga
Play me like I'm sweet 'cause I'm up, we gon' down niggas
I'm really tired of all these goof troops and clown niggas
Just because I got head by your bitch, don't let that bother you
I don't know why you hit the bitch, she was [?]
You can't come around gang and 'em 'cause we don't tolerate Judases
And I'm, ha, type shit